TheMommyBlog

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Logan and I had a long conversation about death today; specifically, the timing of my death. He had the idea that I would die once he was a grownup, and he was estatic to learn that I would probably live for a while beyond that. I speculated that maybe I’d even live long enough to see his kids become grownups, and he loved that, saying, “ I think you would really like my kids, Mom.”

We have been having some great exchanges lately, in some fun places. I went in to check on him in the bath last week, and he wanted to know if I was too old to be a teacher (what?). I said no, I could be a teacher, and he said, “Well, then Daddy’s too old to be a teacher.” He was surprised that his experience of teachers as 19 and 20 year-old girls was not the rule. He was further astounded to hear that both Grandma and Grandpa were teachers, and that Grandma taught people how to write stories and talk about them. He said, “Mommy, can we keep talking about this? Because this is some very cool stuff you’re telling me.”

Turns out the whole point he was working up to was that he wished that I could be a pre-K teacher (instead of whatever I was during the day when I left for work) and teach his class. But then I asked him what we’d do when he left pre-K and went to Kindergarten at the new school, and he of course assumed that I would then start teaching Kindergarten, and first grade, and so on. He just thinks school, fun as it was, would be so much MORE fun if his parents were there the whole time.